Standing at the base of a mountain known as life I wonder if travelling should be a hobby.

Finding my feet and finding my home when the home I have feels so alone.

There is an itch in me that cannot be scratched and I can't help but feel that finding my freedom is what I need.

Not a journey where I am scared and shy like all those before but a trip where I embrace life and love and those around me.

Take the moment and taste it and embrace what may come. Seedy bars and beautiful women. The void of loneliness forever filled.

I hope to oneday solve this problem. Going it alone- may be all I need.

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